Chapter 61: Deep-Seated Hatred
Windbird Town was like a guiding light in the Wind Veil Basin. The refugees were like moths, flocking here even though they knew there was a witch.
In that situation, trying to halt the influx of refugees into Windbird Town was impractical. Moreover, with insufficient manpower for the reconstruction of Windbird Town, Ron was pleased that people were coming. However, what Lilian mentioned earlier about the refugees was indeed thought-provoking.
If there was significant conflict between the refugees and the Phylin tribe after their influx, Ron’s plan would fall apart.
Where there are people, there will be conflicts.
If there are good people, there will inevitably be bad ones.
Even the Phylin tribe couldn’t be assumed to consist entirely of good individuals. There might even be a batch of evil Phylin tribe members—this was entirely possible.
Ron didn’t intend to reject refugees from settling in Windbird Town. He just wanted them to undergo some scrutiny before entering.
As long as they didn’t have issues with the Phylin tribe and the witch, they could smoothly move in. However, seeing through the thoughts of these refugees was not a simple task.
Once the refugees knew about Ron’s scrutiny, they would likely pretend to welcome the Phylin tribe and the witch.
Ron brings Lilian along. She could read minds to some extent, making it easy to tell if someone was lying.
However, Ron hadn’t set the standards too high. As long as someone didn’t have strong objections to the Phylin tribe and the witch, they were allowed to enter. After all, no matter how strict he was, there would always be individuals who found a way to sneak in.
But anyone who couldn’t enter was undoubtedly a ticking time bomb.
“Why can’t I go in!?” A refugee rejected by Ron to enter Windbird Town roared on the spot.
“Because if you can’t enter, you can’t enter,” Ron covered his ears and clicked his tongue.
This irritable guy, who discriminated against the Phylin tribe and hated the witch, might blow up Windbird Town tomorrow if let in.
Windbird Town was still in its infancy, with an incomplete security system. They couldn’t afford to bring in people like this.
Oh, a government official, a government official! Ron desperately needed someone who could give him advice.
If he continued to manage like a half-baked person, Windbird Town would be doomed sooner or later.
Implementing policies was not just about writing a line of text. Once written, it was not so easy to erase.
“Moluna, Water Ball spell,” Ron said, seeing that the refugee was still causing trouble.
The next moment, Moluna conjured a massive water ball, hitting the refugee and sending him flying.
“The witch is killing! The witch is going to kill!” The refugee, after being hit and sent flying, shouted in terror while fleeing. Ron rubbed his chin, feeling that it wasn’t a good idea for Moluna to intervene.
“That was just a splash of water for that guy,” he calmly explained to others while placing his sword in front of him with both hands. “Alright, next.”
Seeing the refugee splashed by Moluna stepping forward, frantically wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I…I just want to find a place to stay.”
Even if Ron emphasized that he didn’t harm the refugee, others found it hard to believe.
“Alright, alright, I understand,” Ron waved his hand and moved Susuan in front of him.
Susuan looked at Ron with confusion and asked, “Mr. Ron, what are you doing?”
“Nothing much. You’ll be the mascot for now,” Ron said.
Susuan, upon hearing this, earnestly replied, “I am a lady, not a mascot.”
Ignoring Susuan, Ron asked Lilian, “Miss Lilian, what about this person?”
“He doesn’t mind the Phylin tribe but is afraid of witches,” Lilian whispered.
“Well, go in,” Ron said to the refugee after a few seconds of thought.
“Can I go in?” The refugee seemed obviously surprised.
“Yes, you can go in. Once inside, find Dad Susua,” Ron said indifferently. “He will arrange a house for you with the Phylin tribe.”
“There’s still a house?” The refugee found this even more unbelievable.
“Yes, a rundown house. You’ll have to rebuild it yourself,” Ron waved his hand. “Hurry up. Many people are waiting behind you.”
Looking around, there are still hundreds of people behind, and Ron doesn’t know if he can finish checking them all today.
Isn’t crossing into a different world supposed to be about thrilling adventures and encountering numerous adorable girls?
Just as Ron was complaining in his mind, a mother with her daughter asked anxiously, “Can we go in?”
After hearing the voice, Ron almost wanted to let them pass. However, just one sentence from Lilian calmed him, “Mr. Ron, I think, for the sake of your own safety, you should take the examination more seriously.”
Ron was silent for a moment, then lowered his head in frustration and asked, “What about them?”
“They loathe witches,” Lilian said with lowered eyelids, “intensely loathe.”
In the eyes of dragons, human genders didn’t matter much. They were all similar beings. But she could assure that Ron must have a sense of compassion now.
Indeed, Ron couldn’t help but sit up straight, pondering this issue.
“In their eyes, all the disasters that happened to them are caused by witches,” Lilian explained. “The seeds of hatred have been sown.”
Like most people in the Dual-color Realm, the seeds of hatred had been deeply planted in their hearts. The hatred towards witches was not baseless. It all originated from rumors, and those rumors had long become a kind of truth.
It was as difficult for those who believed in the rumors not to hate witches as it was for them to deny their judgments.
Lilian had no objections if Ron thought he could let them in and slowly change their minds. After all, she was Ron’s maid and naturally followed Ron’s opinions.
However, Ron’s decision surprised Lilian a bit, “Next, you can leave.”
His voice was cold and ruthless, seemingly devoid of tenderness.
When Ron uttered these words, the hidden hatred in the eyes of the mother and daughter, which was concealed so well, became apparent.
Lilian, indeed, never mentioned that they loathed the witch behind Ron. Unfortunately, they didn’t realize their disguise was ineffective in front of Lilian.
The mother and daughter, who seemed to want to say something, swallowed their words upon noticing the sharp sword in Ron’s hand.
“We’ll leave right away… right away…”
Ron, who had noticed the gaze of the mother and daughter, remained expressionless.
Certainly, Ron’s decision this time would likely intensify the already strong hatred. But he was indifferent as always, as he never believed that hatred could be easily resolved.
